For Cluudle‘s prompt.
Content warning: implied/remembered sexual assault.
November 24-25, Year 5 of the Addergoole School
(After Chapter 145)
“I know what to do with a little bitch like you.” The giant threw Yngvi to the ground, ripping his clothes off with a single gesture. “That’s where you belong anyway, and you know it, don’t you? You’re never going to be anything more than a pitiful little piece of shit. Can’t stand up for yourself, can’t even manage to make the loudmouth little shit act like a decent human being, and notice how your friends don’t argue? They know I’m your best option.” The foot landed hard on his back, knocking the wind out of him. “They know you’re better off under me.”
Yngvi woke with a start, dragging himself out of the dream, and stared at the dimly-lit ceiling, trying not to hear the voice of his nightmares sneering at him. He’d been training with his Mentor, Professor Solomon, every day, and Solomon had managed to talk Luke into taking him on as a self-defense and combat student twice a week, but it didn’t stop the dreams. It didn’t stop him flinching when he saw Ardell in the hall, or when Emrys made a stupid joke, or when he saw Aneislis’ collar and the nervous-infatuated-terrified way the boy looked at Ardell. It didn’t stop him from wondering what it would have been like, if it had been him who had gotten trapped into the collar.
Kneeling in front of his master, terrified, starving, bruised, leaning into any attention, even violence, because it meant his master had noticed him, begging for scraps of attention, begging to be allowed in bed with him at night… Yngvi had seen the Kept in Addergoole. Better to be alone forever than to risk that.
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